Blade of Khorne - A Sleepy Bois AU

Voices

The soft whimpering from down the hallway caused Phil to wake up. He softly sighed and got up, the pale moonlight illuminating the wooden floors.

He slowly opened Techno's bedroom door, "Techno? What's wrong?"

There was the sound of frantic scratching as Techno's hooves pushed him against the wall. He looked at Phil with frightened eyes, his hands over his ears.

"Dad- Voices- Loud-"

Phil took a step forward, stopping when Techno flinched, "Who's loud?"

"Voices- Voices loud- Screaming-"

"Voices...? Techno, there's no one here other than us."

Techno curled up tighter, his nails digging into his head, "Head- Loud- Dad make- make stop-"

Phil paused and slowly squatted down, "What are they saying?"

There was a beat of silence.

"Blood. Death. God."

"Blood, death, and God..." Realization hit Phil, "When did you start hearing these voices?"

"Lake sword- Under wet."

Phil jumped up and ran out of the room, Techno letting out a screech as the door slammed loudly closed. Please let me be wrong- just this once let me be wrong-

He threw open his closet and grabbed the dusty box sitting in the corner. He nearly blinded himself with dust as he skimmed through his mentor's old journal, finally finding the pages on that cursed god.

How could I be so stupid? Why didn't I just blow up that stupid piece of metal!

His heart stopped as he found the beginning, "God dammit Phil-"

The Blade of Khorne is a legendary weapon, a powerful and destructive blade. Not much is known about the blades powers, only that it is known as "End of All Things," and...

Phil turned the page and found the back empty and the next page torn out, "No- No, no, no, where's the rest-"

The contents of the box were quickly thrown across the floor as Phil searched for the page. A soft snort from the doorway caused Phil to look away. Techno was standing there, blood trickling down the side of his face.

"Dad, angry?" Techno tilted his head, "Voices angry."

"I'm- I'm looking for something. Did the voices go away?"

Techno shook his head, "Quiet. No go."

Phil glanced at the scattered books and stood, "Lets get your head patched, okay?"

"Voices like blood. No patch."

"Right... Okay. Let's just get you to bed then?" Phil smiled and walked over, taking Techno's hand. He stopped as Techno's nails dug into his hand, drawing blood.

"The voices demand Blood for the Blood God."

Phil froze and watched as the cold look vanished from Techno's eyes. The piglin looked down at the blood and let out a squeak, quickly dropping Phil's hand.

"Dad hurt, me?"

"You didn't mean to, it's okay," Phil smiled and led him back to his room, "Are the voices quieter now?"

Techno nodded, "Quiet. Tired..."

"That's good. If the voices come back, you let me know, okay?" Phil gently picked the piglin up and set him down in the dull, yellow bed, "I'll let you sleep in today, get some rest."

"No go."

Phil paused before smiling and sitting down on the foot of the bed, "I'll stay right here."

Techno yawned, "Sleep..."

"Good night, Techno."